Simon sat on the ground, leaning against the wall of the old blown up house the soldiers currently used as shelter.

Your town had fallen into the claws of war and you lost everything. Despite, you still tried to help the soldiers, walking around and handing them food portions.

Simon was panting slightly, his body sore and in pain. Scratches, bruises and dirty covered his body and his gear was soaked in blood. He looked up as you approached him with the food, he was clearly still on guard.